All I could feel was the sensation of her fingertips crossing my body, toying with me, brushing my nipples but ignoring my aching, soaking pussy.Sudde...ly, she reached over me to the bedside table and produced one of those airline sleeping masks. “Do you trust me?” she said.“Do I really have a choice right about now?” I raised one eyebrow and signaled at my bound wrists.She giggled. “That’s right. Just relax and enjoy this.” She slipped the mask over my head and my eyes. Now I couldn’t see a. I am trying to get a contractor nailed down to start on your place. Since you're here, you can help me pick out the type of place you would like to have built for you and the girls." Can't I just take it easy for a few days and enjoy the peace and quiet? I want to walk around with the girls and just relax before I take the sheriff's job." Tomorrow is my last day till Monday so let's take the weekend and just explore with the girls. Maybe we can find a spot to build your cabin and do a little. That was the most guy's I would have ever had do to me whatever they wanted to at the same time so far since my husband turned me loose to explore my fantasies. I talked them into leaving the club to get it on with me almost right away but they said they had to go to their hotel room all together first to get some pot if that was ok. I agreed. Even though as we were in the elevator they all started to take my clothes off and fondle me, I never resisted. Deep down I knew they were going to have. They had best send their son to the babysetters, because it might take a while.The next night he showed up at six on the dot. Malcolm Brahms was a huge black man who looked more like he should be playing in the NBA than as a marriage coach. But he was soft spoken and pleasant. He was the type of therapist that got people to open up.They made small talk during supper, avoiding all of the main issues. Afterwards they all enjoyed a glass of wine and retired to the living room."So this is where it.